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“That piercing was definitely the right choice. That’s perfect.” He swivels his hips, picking up a pace that has me holding onto him as he directs this moment. I don’t even care. I just love being inside of him. Skye curls into my chest, pressing his lips to mine and I lose myself in his sweet taste and the way his tendrils of essence mingle with mine.

He’s perfect.

I don’t last long—how can I when he’s so tight and strangling my cock for his own pleasure?

My cock twitches inside of him before I let go, coming in his ass until my release is dripping down to coat my balls and inner thighs. He’s not far behind, coming untouched across my stomach with a groan. I wrap my arms around him, tugging him closer, needing to hold him. Maybe it’s my designation that needs this or my essence, I’m not sure but I don’t want to let Skye go.

He huffs out a little sigh as he sags against my chest, the human no doubt exhausted from everything that has taken place today. I worry that all of us needing his touch and finding it soothing is taxing on him. Slowly, I untangle myself from him, groaning when my cock slips from his hole. He shuffles and then relaxes again when I gather him up in my arms and transport him to the bed across from Stellan’s.

Skye curls up as I draw a blanket over him, the other four in the room suddenly crowding around me. I crawl in after him, pulling him into my chest before meeting their eyes. This feels like how Rumi is over me, protective.

“How was it?” Rumi asks.

“He’s perfect,” I murmur, kissing Skye’s forehead. I tuck a few loose strands behind his ear, wanting to savor this moment forever. A snore permeates the silence and I bite back a laugh. This hasn’t ever happened to me before but I’ve read enough to know that an Incubus can put his partners to sleep with his release. Highly inconvenient but the way Skye’s lips are parted, I’m going to enjoy watching him.

I know without looking that his mark is on my arm and I can’t wait to see the added essence to the mark on his. For now, that will be my little secret.

Tomorrow I’ll address the strangeness between us six because I just fucked Harlow’s boyfriend in front of him while mine took apart the little fire elemental and no one got hurt. Add in the fact that the spirit got a handjob from most likely the oldest Magila in existence? Yeah, that’s a discussion for tomorrow.

Everyone else seems to be on the same page as Ambrose brings in bedding and pillows with that crafty essence of his. I’m not at all mad that we’re sharing the same room for tonight. It might even make this moment more special.

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SKYE

I wake up refreshed with a head full of purple hair against my chest. Jade’s snoring away, his body draped over mine as if he subconsciously thinks someone is going to steal me away. I’m just mad that I fell asleep. I know it’s a soothing aspect of an Incubus’ abilities but I would have loved to continue the night and see where it went. Catching Ambrose’s hand down Harlow’s pants while the spirit fingered my ass is something I absolutely want to recreate.

We’ll also need to have another fucking conversation because as delightful as all this sharing is, it’s not something I planned and I need to make sure Harlow is truly okay with it.

I roll out of bed, Jade groaning at the loss of my body but I need a bathroom and food. And answers. Stat. I also know that walking into the hallway alone will be a death sentence. I manage three steps before tripping over Harlow and falling to my knees, my boyfriend cackling as he sits up. “Getting into position for me, babe? How thoughtful.”

Everyone else is suddenly up as I twist around and plant my ass on the ground before dragging a blanket over my lap. No more getting distracted by dicks. Unfortunately, everyone else is in a state of undress and Jade is now sitting up, staring at me like I kicked his puppy. I feel like I’m going to have my choice of laps in the near future.

I’m not complaining.

“I just need to talk to Tamara. I need to know what’s going on and she’s the one that’s been the most truthful. I also need coffee. A lot of it.” There’s no hangover but I’m mildly out of it and would like to be awake enough for whatever she’s going to throw at me. Ambrose throws me a sleepy grin as he waves his hand and a steaming cup of coffee appears at my feet. Well, that’s handy.

“Please tell me you don’t need cream and sugar. I don’t remember where those are,” Ambrose muses. His voice is rough with sleep which just adds to his mysterious persona.

I blink at the dark-as-shit bean juice, wondering where it came from. Rumi helps on that front. “Our mage here can seemingly make things out of nothing. In reality, he’s relocating items. If he knows where they are, he can bring them here. Not knowing where the milk and sugar are, though, is a crime.”

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t need it.” I raise it to my lips, letting out a pleasured sigh when it spills down my throat. Harlow knows I’m full of shit—that I like my coffee sweet but I can do without the luxury for today. No one really speaks as we just sit there, awkwardly replaying last night’s orgy in our heads.

Because that’s exactly what it was.

I still feel the ache of Jade inside of me, that piercing hitting the right spot every time.

The Incubus slips from the bed, having the decency to wrap a sheet around his waist before sitting beside me on the floor. “I think Mother Nature needs you for something because I’ve never known a human to claim so many Magila.” He holds out his arm and there’s that same pink symbol just above his wrist. I stare down at mine, finding the extra colors winding through my mark.

I expect to see bits of blue, green, and purple but the orange and gold are a surprise. I swallow my emotions and any lingering fantasies that involve all five of them. Mostly because I caught a glimpse of Rumi's cock and he should not be sticking that monster anywhere other than his pants. I'm 99% sure he didn't fuck Stellan because the fire elemental is still in tact. Harlow clears his throat, my cheeks heating when I meet his eyes. He knows exactly where my mind went.

The moment is dashed as everyone else picks up on the extra colors in my mark.

“We all claimed him?” Rumi asks. “How is that fucking possible? You know what? No, I’ll leave that mystery to Mother Nature and we can figure that shit out later. I’m going to go find actual food that hasn’t been magicked into our room.”

“It’s not magic,” Ambrose laughs as we all start shuffling for clothes and boxers and shoes.

Just as I dress in enough clothing to make it to the showers, Jade moves to stand in front of me, his hands cupping my cheeks to bring me closer. “I really liked fucking you. I want to do it again.” From anyone else, I'd cringe but from Jade, it's so incredibly sweet that I can't help but press a kiss to his lips.

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